It's Bigger on the Inside

a sad and lonely Mike Wazowski for your dashboard

          “Oh,” the TARDIS breathed, “I hadn’t thought of one,” he admitted, blue eyes meeting the Doctor’s. Sexy, of course, was his preference— but like his pilot had said the last time they spoke, he would only be called that when they were alone. For whatever reason, the TARDIS was still not sure.

           He had access to thousands of digitized books, no doubt most containing something that he could go by.

           Within a moment, a mere second after speaking, the ship had come up with an answer.

           "Why Gavin?"

           "Beautiful, isn't she? I don't quite understand everyone else's aversion to the nice chrome plating and ambient lighting. I say it quite sets the mood for travelling all about through time and space," he observed. The Doctor brushed his fingers fondly over the console, and then glanced up toward the roof. "Ay Ol' Girl? Looks like she's been freshly dusted, too."              He moved about the console room, flicking a few switches here and there before he stopped at the outer edge of the controls, leaning his hands on them. 

… He recognized the language. She could understand him. That was… Very, very reassuring to a child. She felt a lot less alone. Arkytior looked up at him while he watched her quietly, at first worrying if she said something wrong. She was supposed to try to find help if she was lost, right?

           "You're on Akhaten," he spoke to her softly. "There are lots of nice people here, so I shouldn't think you've got much to worry about. Your grandfather is probably off doing boring old people things," he waved a hand. "I'm  th--" he couldn't give his real name, she'd know him right away. "Well who I am isn't important. What's your name, eh? I bet you've got a great long name, haven't you? Or maybe something short and sweet like Lucy? Or maybe your name is George," he teased. 

          He was more than grateful that he was finally given a chance to, a second chance, a real chance.

         It sunk in then. He was here, now, alive, given the opportunity to do all the things he had only dreamed of, if you could call it dreaming. Relief washed over him, and the only thing he was compelled to do was:

          The wash of emotion over him left him feeling almost weak, and at the same time he felt the light of a fire in his chest that caused his hearts to thunder in his chest. It took a moment to ground himself enough to keep them both standing. 

                  And then, the TARDIS spoke... 

                            Something that he thought he would never hear from his ol' girl ever again.

           He could feel the hot tear trail down his cheek as the joy overflowed his entire being. For so long the TARDIS had taken care of him, helped him life, and given him hope to continue on through the bleakest days. No matter how dark, he'd always had the Ol' blue Police Box to return to. 

           "What's your name?" He suddenly asked, setting his hands on his counterpart's shoulders. Bow Tie pulled back from the hug to look the other in the face. Everything about him was so similar to his own appearance... except for the blue... and how naked the other being was.